It’s quiet here. Of course I mean HERE and not outside of the house where it’s all hustle and bustle and FUN. I miss Ben and Coco and my fat hound more than I care to admit. The only bad thing is this ongoing doggie feud that I seem to be losing. It’s like living in the same house with an axe murderer. Exactly like “Sleeping With the Enemy” except I certainly don’t look like Julia Roberts and Bonzo doesn’t resemble her crazy husband. At least not much.
The nice little steps next to the bed that would allow the psycho to join me as I sleep? MOVED!
To sort of explain how much I miss Coco — this whole thing reminds me of Yo Gabba Gabba and the song, “Don’t Bite Your Friends.” In my best Foofa voice… Bite, bite, bite? No, no, no!